No one else present could understand the depth of his feelings as a father. The Mos family had two sons, so Mr. Mos had never experienced this inexplicable pang of emotion.
They would be overjoyed—after all, they were the groom's side, the ones marrying off a daughter.
But Daniel? No matter what, he couldn't bring himself to feel happy. There was so much he was reluctant to accept: his daughter was only twenty-four, and he wanted a few more years with her; Morrison—was he really the ideal son-in-law? His flirtatious past, the messy breakups… all gnawed at him.
Yet no amount of resistance could outweigh his daughter's happiness.
That was why he was sitting here today. As a parent, in the end, he had no choice but to respect his child's decision.
In the kitchen.
Lilian stepped in and exclaimed,
"Why did you make so much food?"
Morrison's kitchen was huge and spacious, yet every counter and table was packed. Ingredients were prepped, dishes already made.
